The Day of the King (Ranch)

There’s a place in the worldWhere fairies exist.They perch on yellow petalsWatching pollen float delicatelyAround them like floating, golden halos.

There’s a place in the worldWhere magnets are stronger.Pebbles and rocks roll together intoFlower-like shapes and brilliant, infinite starsWith a million, trillion points in a million, trillion directions.

There’s a place in the worldWhere the animals go—their wide eyesEager to feel the pull of the Earth. They’reNeither hunted or hunting but shiningAn ethereal glow of calmness: alabaster and neon.

There’s a place in the worldWhere you can’t help but cryBut not because you’re sad or you hurt butBecause the air and the water areSo pure and clean that breath simply vanishes.

There’s a place in the worldWhere the walls have crumbled into glitter—The same glitter that I wear on my eyelidsWhen I’m dressed up to go seeEverything with you.

There’s a place in the worldThat was born on this day—the sameDay as you. It exists because of youAnd sustains because of you and thereWe are safe and we are thrilled.

There’s a place in the worldThat pops up only once a year and IAm travelling far and fast to get there—to getLost at sea and watch the way the sunBounces off the water in a million, trillion pieces.

There’s a place in the worldThat together, we’ll be in soon: in ourBlue kayaks with cheap champagne and hopefullyGardetto’s—but only the dark, rye pieces. AndYou’ll tell me about your day and I’ll hang on every word.

There’s a place in the worldWhere we celebrate not because birthdays are so unique,But because YOU became YOU on this dayAll those years ago and never wasThe world the same. Not in this place, at least.

There’s a place in the worldWhere you were born. And it was this day.And I’m headed there now, King Ranch.We’ll paddle out on the water, you and meTo this place that exists only today.